Henry's POV 

Belinda rushed after me for the what time today? I lost count.

“Henry.” She called.

I ignored her, making my way to class 3-b.

“Seriously? Henry.”

I hastened my footsteps.

“Henry!”

Fingers wrapped around my arm, stopping me in my tracks.

I pulled my arm away immediately, my eyes darted around in hopes that Rosie didn't see.

“Do I have to spell out the word fuck off before you get the memo?” I hissed.

She shifted back in surprise.

“What's with the sudden attitude, Henry?” 

“Attitude?” I echoed, tone laced in incredulity.

“I've been trying to tell you to quit this incessant pursuit of yours as politely as...